Attack of the zzz monster

Humans can be such conflicting creatures; it's like how I'm supposed to be glad that more and more work is being accomplished, and less and less I'll be left to do. But instead there's this indisplacable void which remains empty after the storm has blown over. Or am I just getting too accustomed to being permanently busy? And I had remained relatively unhappy, up til now, about the little things. Or am I getting incoherent?

And then you start to list things that you had wanted to do after you've cleared one obstacle, and realised that you don't feel like doing those things anymore, or that they no longer brought you any gratifications.

Or want to spend loads of time with the one you love and realise that there's nothing to do except attempt to go broke again.

Then try to kick-start the next pending item on the agenda, only to fall back into the seat and close the window.




And then weird guys have to start to pop up around me, which is pissing the crap out of Jack. First was Mr. T, who was a major sore in the butts of everyone in our marketing tutorial. He would leap at your arguments should you miss out any minute ideas, and ask you absolutely pointless questions like "Do you know what's the current market share of Company X in the States?" Like, hello, couldn't he just have Googled it? Or is he still learning to adapt to scratching in sand? So just the other day, we've hatched a sinister plan to shell him and his group during his presentation. Our tutor should be happy about our forthcoming behaviour.
Then there was guy No.2, Mr. S, who is 100% the friend and 0% boyfriend material. I think he probably stabbed Jack in the eye before, judging from the degree of dislike that Jack had for him. Plus, we're equally unimpressed over his cavemen communication habits, be it with the opposite or same gender. Insensitive, blunt, ... It's time the men did something to curb the surfacing of such people of their gender.